Trusting you again is my decision, Proving me wrong is your choice.
I hate to see his face
Sometimes breakups aren’t meant for makeups, sometimes they are meant for wake-ups.
I want to be the god of evil, because to control the evil of my self.
I Wish I Could Give You My Pain So That You Understand How Much You Hurt Me.
What do you do when Something that was your Everything becomes a Nothing?
Trusting you again is my decision, Proving me wrong is your choice.
I hate to see his face
Sometimes breakups aren’t meant for makeups, sometimes they are meant for wake-ups.
I want to be the god of evil, because to control the evil of my self.
I Wish I Could Give You My Pain So That You Understand How Much You Hurt Me.
What do you do when Something that was your Everything becomes a Nothing?